Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.